Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:37:23 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 68

Along the way, Aoi and Sole were intent on tracking down the survivors of
the Hun castle/fort and slaying them dead. Pare, influenced by Gior, was
apt to just ask them, "Just let them go, will you? Please?"  Nevertheless,
Aoi and Sole did managed to get their steel puckered into many tanned
waiting bellybuttons of manly Hun barbarian meat.

This, of course, went against Pare's very nature, and made him sweat and
sway uneasily. Gior eventually picked up on this and told him, "Oh just go
on, you know you want to too."  Pare refused him for a bit but not long
after he had to give in and get himself some steel into thick Hun
hide. Which he did.

As they walked for a few days, carrying rations they took from the castle's
outside storage unit, the landscape changed. The desert slowly gave way to
a more fertile land which in turn mingled with a rocky canyon area and
large rock structures, all natural. Some grass covered granite rock, some
flat areas, some hilly lush green rolling hills meshed between rock
mountains and rock crevices. The sun sets and rises were something of
wonder and majesty that took the breath away from the foursome. There were
crocks of shade from stretching trees which were not too imposing but were
large enough to give the whole area a paradise look. There was the warmth
of the land, which almost never went away fully but a more prominent breeze
gave some relief f rom the heat. They reached a gigantic rock cliff
side. Sole found a way down it by walking along it as it slowly dipped. The
four boys sweated but finally reached the Indian embankment which was not
all the way down but on a lower level of rock face, a huge level, a
plateau. Forestry, rock, hills, sand.  A large group of very young Indian
boys greeted them happily. They gave them flowers, leaves, skins, and
fruits. Other food was thrust upon them. As Trio laughed, Gior said, "Now
this is my kind of place."  The entourage took them to other boys, teens,
who in turn took them to older men and finally to the ancient chief. Gior
noticed the large range of varied tribes: he didn't know all of them of
course but he saw males of Navajo, Hopi, Comanche, Arapaho, Mahican,
Pequots, Mohegan, Cherokee, Gros Venture, Tewa, and many, many
more. Scattered among them, he noticed a few non Indian boys and men. Not
many. There was at least one blond boy who wore a Mohawk down the middle of
his otherwise bald head and he was very tan. Basically it was a melting pot
of mostly Native Americans but among them were Hawaiians, Cajuns,
Aborigines of Australia and New Zealand, and even some Chinese and
Japanese.

Many were totally bare, bare ass naked. Most wore some sort of flimsy
covering and the Chief, thank goodness, wore a full set of clothes, both on
top and on bottom, for he was very, very old. He warmed to Trio right away
as though they were old friends
 and he also took Gior into his arms and initiated him with this hug. Gior
thought he was nice but he smelled really bad. The others all took their
turn in hugging him and he thought differently of them. All well muscled
for the most part. Gior never saw such a selection of nice belly buttons,
all different and unique. Then there was the dancing to welcome the new
guests and to continue to initiate Gior into the tribe. There were so many
males, that Gior began to forget about Trio, even Pare and even though Urik
was always in his heart, he began to not dwell on Urik and the way Urik
died: at his own hand. Gior found there were more things than just belly
buttons and dying in your belly button. Still, it was there in the back of
his mind.


That night after the feast ended, Gior went to Trio, who sat near one of
the many fires, "So, you'll be going soon then?"

Sole were stretched out. Laying over and in Sole's lap, Aoi stretched out
too and said, "Do you want us to?"  He smiled warmly.

"No, it's just..."  Gior looked at them.

Pare was on a rock, "We remind you of the bad times..."

"No, well, I guess so. Would you mind if I slept with the tribe tonight?"

"No," Pare answered right away before Sole and Aoi could.

Gior winked, "Gee, thanks."

"They're your p eople now," Sole smiled at Gior.

"Yeah, enjoy them," Aoi said, "They're peace loving and they deserve
someone as nice as you."

"Thank you Aoi, I ....I must admit, I wasn't entirely sure you liked me."

"What's not to like?"  Aoi asked, "You're a good kid. And a honey at the
same time. Cute as hell."

"All right, but you won't leave tonight?"  Gior turned to go but turned
back to Trio when this thought occurred to him.

"Oh no," Trio all said at once and kept it up, trying to convince Gior.

Gior turned suspiciously and began to leave, "See you in the morning then?"

"Oh yeah, of course," all three of them said and kept that going too.

"All right, goodnight."  Gior left and walked toward the blankets and skins
set out. He vanished into the darkness.

"All right, let's go," Pare said, and when the other two looked at him, he
added, "Right now."

"Pare, we're tired," Aoi said, "Very tired. It's been a long couple of
days."

"Pare, c'mon," Sole argued.




Pare looked down, "It's just that...I'm..."

"Pare come here," Aoi sat up and so did Sole, right b ehind him, bare flesh
touching each other, stomach and chest to back.

Pare came over to them, dragging himself, "Yeah what is it?"

Aoi reached up and grabbed Pare's arm by the wrist and pulled him down to
him and gave him a deep mouth to mouth kiss. As he struggled, Pare felt his
dick rise. Aoi's between them, did the same. Under them, Sole's body rose,
hips first. Adding to their thickness and sexual release.

Early the next morning, Gior watched some of the boys play a game with
feathers. They used feathers as fake knives and rolled around on the ground
or fought standing upright with feathers. These were old war games but now
were just a sport for the boys. Gior did not take part, for he noticed some
navel fetishists among the boys and they were always sticking the feathers
in the boys' stomachs. In the belly buttons. While it stirred longing in
Gior's lower body, it also aroused sad feelings of what he did to Urik,
accidentally, but still deadly. In any event, Gior sort of smiled that
everywhere there were boys, teens, and men who loved getting and giving it
in the belly button. When the blond boy with the mohawk, Scott, "killed"
his last boy, rolling him in the mud, he came to talk to Gior and the two
were acquainted by lunch time. Scott had a lean body with no fat on it,
thick abs, a ten pack. For one so young, it was a masterful look. He wore
little but string over his loins . Scott and other of the Native boys, for
they all considered themselves one tribe, got to know and enjoy Gior.

Trio was going to leave that first day but for some reason, each of them
found a reason to stay. Sole

 made believe he wanted to make some spears for the Natives but they
required very little, for they mostly ate plants and vegetables and
fruit. Some ate meat but not many. There were deer around, and some
buffalo. Sole also made believe he wanted to see how the Natives made
spears and he wanted some for himself, the Native warrior men gladly gave
him a large supply. He helped them in turn to make more.

Aoi trained some of the boys in fighting. Of course, it was just so they
could win the games they played, nothing too serious but Aoi took things so
far, he thought he was teaching them survival techniques. Fortunately no
one got hurt for Aoi was, while a fierce unrelentless warrior and killer,
he was also very gentle with those who were non violent. Yet he taught
these boys valuable fighting methods, some from before he was in this land
but most from Feng, passed on via Feng to him and from him to these
hairless beauties. Aoi told Sole and Pare he didn't want to leave because
he needed to train these boys should they ever be attacked. That was his
secret. He wasn't thinking about any feather games.




Pare moped mostly. He watched Gior from afar. He so wanted the young boy to
fit in. And Gior did fit in.
 Yet the more Gior fit in, the more sad Pare was and happy too. He was glad
Gior would find a peace that he, and the other two of Trio may never
find. He scouted the area too and watched its animals. They were as
peaceful as the people. There was nothing here for him to kill, to stab in
the intestine hole, or to fight. He didn't kill animals...ever. He would
just be boring here, he thought. Gior, while Pare thought this, wasn't
really thinking of Pare much. He didn't have time or the energy. But the
few times he did think of Pare, sometimes in his dreams, he thought that
Pare would be more interesting here, as a peaceful warrior. If that made
sense. He wanted Pare to stay but he knew a large part of Pare was a deadly
violent warrior who liked to kill...no, protect the innocent and the
peaceful. Perhaps Gior thought, if Pare stayed he could be the protector of
the tribe. This tribe. His tribe. By day five, Gior totally fit in. Every
member of the tribe knew him and liked him. And many loved him and he them,
in so many ways.

Gior was after all a very young, small brown haired, Western American boy,
almost nude and with bony shoulders. His navel, which looked like it hadn't
even healed since he was born, for he had a rugged ridge around it, was
hanging high up above the flimsy loin cloth of brown. Gior's belly was sort
of innie and outtie and neither. It had a sort of brown dot in hit
currently, possibly from th e sun. His skin was tanned almost brown like
his friend Masi, a very dark Hopi with a sort of bell bottom belly, not fat
but it came out on the sides and a navel that seemed as though it sought
its own way out of his belly. It was day nine since Gior and Trio came to
the tribe. Gior figured it would be time to for Trio to go soon. Masi was
with Gior on the cliff top to the west. Masi had long, long silky black
hair and black eyes. He looked formidable, and stood a foot over Gior but
he was the most kind, sensitive boy. His hair hung on all sides and went
far down his back to his butt. Which was hardly covered by a brown loin
cloth and strings held it across his hips to the front part. Like Gior he
held a very long wooden spear with feathers on it. Gior had red paint on
his eyes and feathers in his hair. Masi did not have feathers. He held his
spear sideways as he bent down. Gior looked, "You sure don't talk much,
Masi."

"No."

"Have you ...well, have you ever well, kilt anybody?"

Masi rubbed his spear clean, "No. You?"

"Yeah," Gior said, in almost a cry. "It's not always, well, what you'd
expect it to be."

Climbing up to the ridge and walking toward them, Scott, called, "What
ain't?"

"Hey, Scott," Gior said.

"Whatsup," Scott nodded to them, "H iya Masi."

"Where you from, Scott?"

"Me? Originally? Denmark but I picked up a lot of Americanisms after I got
here and hooked up with a street gang."

Gior's eyes widened, "Street gang?"




"Hey yeah, they're all dead now so don't be so impressed. Killed by a band
of Musketeers of all things. French wannabes I think."  Scott nodded, "So
whatdre ya doin up here you two?"

"Just talking."  Gior said. Masi just looked up at Scott and winced as the
sunlight hit his eyes. Gior shrugged, "Well, I am anyway."

"I thought I heard you talking about killing someone," Scott told them.

"We were. I mean I was. I have killed someone. It's kinda werid. I like it
in a way, kinda."

"Don't think about it," Scott said, "I...I've wounded guys before but never
killed anyone. I gotta admit though I..."

"May...beeee, we'd better not talk about this," Gior said as he saw Scott's
breechcloth rise up under his belly. Then he looked at Masi who was looking
at Gior's area. Gior's own cloth was alive with blood as they
say. Engorged.

"...I have thought it would feel so good to feel....feel your hand at the
weapon that was in some guy's guts, you know..."


Gior looked at the sun, "I don't know. It does. In a way. And you're so
good at it, Scott. I mean I saw the games..."

"Those are just games, though," Scott said. "I take it you've done the real
thing. Like more than once?"

"Yeah," Gior said. "But this...this is so beautiful. Why think about
death. Ours or anyone else's?"

"I guess you're right."

Someone was watching them. Masi was bent down. Gior joined him and looked
at him. Scott bent down too. They were playing some game on the ground with
marbles made of rock. Gior smiled. Another someone joined the first
someone. They were on a hill opposite the cliff plateau. When the game was
over, Gior stood up again. "This morning is so nice."

Bare ribs stretched out as stomach moved in. Three inch belly button
flopped outward as a boy pulled something.

"So alive."  Gior stood more fully, holding his spear again, putting the
end on the ground and the point upward. "I feel so good."

A sizeable bicep pulled a bow across an arrow. Feathers on the end.

Gior went on "So strong. So healthy."


 Gior patted the sides of his belly button area as Scott stood up next to
him. Scott said something like, "I feel so alive too. It's good to be
alive."

But even as he said that, something slammed into Gior's navel, cutting the
big object deeply. Gior moved back a bit but stayed his ground. Scott
laughed, thinking Gior was just playing but Gior looked at him and then
down. "I..funny, I don't feel....any....ohhhhhhhh! DO!"

Scott looked at the arrow sticking out of his friend, "Gio..."  An arrow
slammed into his navel too. But unlike Gior, Scott was thrown off balance,
his abs twisting, the arrow imbedding deeply and yet shifting in the warm
breeze as Scott turned and face down fell onto the rock. He tried to get
up, "OAFFFF!"  Scott put his arms out and held his hands on the rock, flat
palms down. He tried to pull himself up, the arrow point sticking in him
and the end of the arrow, with bright feathers on it, threatening to meet
the ground and shove the HURT POINT right through him and out his back. "Oh
yelp! Help!"

Gior stood with the arrow in him. He grabbed it and pulled but it was stuck
deep. "OH GOD!"  It burned in one straight line in him. His big belly
button was not gone but it was split inward. He shifted the arrow in an
effort to get it out. "Gaararoogahhh!"

Scott looked, "I won't. I won't. I won't....I will win...."  Scott huffed
each word out horribly.

So involved with the agonizing pain of burning wood and rock point in their
bellies, Gior and Scott forgot their dicks momentarily. Their penises, wet
from the talk about killing someone, were now full height and pre cum
leaked profusely.  Masi stood. Gior yelped, "NO MASIIIIIIII! Stay down!
They'll git you tooootwoooooohuhaahahahaha!"  Gior sank to his knees.

Another joined the first two on the hillside and laughing entailed. This
third one fired an arrow too. Masi, who stood, jumped back and down at the
same time. An arrow flew as he did so and it nicked his side, cutting
between bony hip and rib but not seriously. Still, Masi felt pain and held
his side. "I help you."

"Can't! We...wehuufffhu huff huyff huff had it," Gior gasped, "Get back to
....OHGOS! Camp. Warn the others! NOWWWWWOWOWOWOWOWWOOW!"

One of the arrowers said, "Cmon, let's go get them and finish them."

"We can do it from here."

"No, I wanna get my arrow back. It's very special to me."

"Yeah I agree. Besides it's more fun killing them up close and taking their
hair."

"Okay, come on."




"But look!"

Masi managed to get up and turn to run. He started out but he was in
pain. Blood fell from his side but he held it. One of the killers put a bow
in place and placed the arrow in it. He pulled it back with a great
strength and a gasp. "NNN NNNNNNN."  It flew through the air.

On the rock cliff side, Gior fell to his knees again after trying to stand
again. He was hunched over. "Scotttttttaaaaaaggh. Just give in to it, let
it rip in ta ya."

"I wanna I wanna I wanna. It feel good."  Scott lost his battle and fell
forward. His body pivoted on the arrow and slipped down it quickly. It
pushed out his bare, bony yet muscled back. Scott made a few gurgling,
huffing, sounds and the sounds mixed into a grunt, groan, huff, laugh, deep
throated hum, sigh, and forced guttural sound. His legs kicked, his torso
rose and his hips jerked. He thrust down and cam onto the rock, white on
gray. Then he lay down on the arrow, it dangled out of his back.

The feathers vanished under Scott and he shook,
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKKK!NNNNNGH!"

Gior watched Scott and managed to move himself, sliding over to Scott and
held his back, "Eno...enenenenenenene, ugh! Enjoy it mannnnn. You deserve
it ...before you die!"  His hand rode Scott and as he did, he used his
other hand, off the arrow now, to let loose with his own dick and splash
all over Scott.

Scott died, feeling the warmth of Gior's hot cum over his bare back, almost
completely covering it all. Scott cam volumes too. Gior could feel some of
it clump onto his legs. Gior smiled as Scott stopped moving, "Go now my
friend in pl...peace....di ed well. I too will try to cling to this pain as
long as I could. OHBUT it so fucking hurts."  The pain in his guts was
spreading. He shook and sweated. His body moved sideways onto Scott's but
then he shook himself onto his back, his legs kicked out from under him and
this caused yet another eruption of hot white juice from his loin cloth
which was soaked now. He shivered. The sun going down. He wondered if Masi
got away.

At the camp, boys ran to Sole, Aoi, and Pare and brought them to the
wounded boy, Masi. Masi was returning. He came up to Trio as though he was
not hurt. A crowd came around Masi. Masi ran up to Pare, "It's Gior..."

Wide eyed, because he could see Masi was hurt, Pare held Masi's arms, "What
about him?"  Then he saw Masi's side wound. Pare held him, "Is he
allright?"

"He's needs hell...hellllllllagh. He's hurt. Scott may dead."  Masi fell
into Pare's arms. It was then Pare saw another arrow sticking into Masi's
back, a nice curve of a brown back. He felt in his arms, and against his
chest, the life come out of Masi. "This was truly a brave warrior. Not just
a boy. He died for his friends."



"Let's get going!"  Aoi said, gripping his spear and sword, "Let's find
them!"

Pare placed Masi down into the arms of sm aller boys, who were wide eyed at
the arrow in Masi's back. Then, two of them pulled hard and removed
it. Masi was dead. Aoi, Sole with his spear and a long sword, and Pare with
a bow and arrow and a spear, left.

At the foot of the cliff side, the three boys, also Native Americans looked
upward. One, Gero, looked up, "That's a long way up."

"Yeah and we could be dead if that one that got away brings help," said
another, Nimo.

Victo, the first one who fired, said, "I want that arrow, if you don't want
to come with me, fine. Stay here. I'll finish the ones if they are alive."
He took out his knife. For a moment, Nimo and Gero thought he was going to
stab them but he took off up the cliff hillside.

TO BE CONTINUED...